"Uhhhhhh!" she gasped.
He was sliding it back in, burrowing his cock into her body, his balls tight, tense and eager to cut loose into her shitter.
"Ooofoofffffff!" Monica panted as Jack kept going, going past where he had stopped before. Her eyes glazed over as she felt another series of spasms ripple through her body. She kept thinking that surely he would have to stop. There couldn't be much of his prick left to stick up her ass. But he was pushing more and more of it up her ass. Ohhhhh, how much more sensitive her rectal nerves seemed to be than she had ever thought! It seemed that the thick bar of prickmeat pistoning in and out of her ass was growing, growing until it was the size of a baseball bat! He was impaling her, tearing her body in half with his big cock. And still it kept going in, in, spreading apart her asscheeks.
Again, that steady pressure eased. Monica felt Jack's belly against the tops of her asscheeks, and she thought he must be in all the way. The woman let a long sigh escape from around the latex tube gagged in her mouth. Then Jack began pulling back a second time. And again, Monica groaned, her body shivering from that obscene vacuuming. Surely, she felt, he had to be pulling her bowels inside out!
"Nice, good ass, good fuckin' butt," Jack muttered, slapping the backs of her legs, then pinching her asscheeks hard until the woman squealed through her rubber gag.
Monica was going wild as he fucked her hard, pressing her ass back against him. She arched her back like a cat, the odd fullness inside her bowels starting to arouse her more and more. It was a different kind of heat from the one in her pussy. But it was powerful, strong enough to take her breath away! The woman gasped and squealed, wiggling her ass from side to side, feeling her body spread more and more as Jack grunted and fucked behind her.
"Uhhhhh!" she kept moaning.
Monica writhed against the leather restraints, the strips around her cuntlips rubbing steadily and slickly now against her clit. The feel of that leather knifing into her pussy, rubbing against her dark-red, wet cuntmeat was too much! The woman began flexing her thighs, bouncing them up and down and from side to side in a rhythm that insured constant rubbing against the leather strips. Juice frothed from her fuck hole, dribbling down her tendon-ridged thighs, wetting down the strips more and more. Her tits rocked and jiggled against Jack's massaging hands. It was a sexual feast! Everything was exciting her, turning her on! How much longer could she go on without collapsing entirely?
"Huhhhrrr! Huhhhrrr! Huhhhrrr!" he growled behind her.
Jack was getting close to cumming. She knew he was close to dumping his load into her ass. Monica squeezed her ass muscles tight around his cockshaft, trying to drag out more and more sensation from his prick. She didn't care how much he was hurting her now, how much the pain mixed strangely with the pleasure. She just wanted all of his cock hammering into her now, wanted to feel his balls slapping again and again against her asscheeks until the spinning ball of heat in her pussy exploded.
"Oooooohhh, God!" Monica gasped. Jack was going for it, shoving back and forth, gradually speeding up his cockstrokes until Monica thought her ass would explode from the fiery heat. The ramming length of his fucking increased the heat slicking into her pussy. And then he reached down with one hand, screwing two fingers into her pussy while creasing her clit with his jagged thumbnail. That was all the woman needed. Yelping like a kicked puppy, straining against the leather restraints, Monica felt herself topple over into the abysss of climax, jerking, twitching, writhing wildly.
"Yagggghhfhhfhfffff!" she screamed. There was another sensation now, the feeling of hot jizz spattering into her shitter. It was Jack's cum blowing up in her, spilling his jism, shooting it down into her guts while she screamed with incredible fury. How long Monica spasmed and groaned, she didn't know. The fiery jolts in her ass and cunt seemed to go on and on for an eternity. But end, it did, and the woman found herself crouched completely over, her forehead resting against the floor as her arms jerked in their restraints.
Jack rubbed his hands slowly, rhythmically up and down over her back, his prick jerking in her ass for several more minutes. Then, shrunken back to normal size, his fat cock slipped on its own grease of cum from her fuckhole. Shivering, Monica felt reality begin to trickle in. What about Arlette? She would come home soon.
And there she was in the cellar, trussed up like a mare, with Jack stark naked!
"I'm beat, baby. But this ain't the last time we're gonna play," Jack muttered, pulling the latex gag from her mouth and starting to unhitch the leather harness confining her body.
Monica spat to one side, licking her lips to rid her mouth of the foul rubber taste still there. What a horror she had endured. And worse yet, what a horror she had loved! Yes, there was no doubt about it, she enjoyed it very, very much! What on earth was wrong with her? The more Jack insulted her, hurt her, degraded her, the more she wanted him!
"And keep your little daughter clear of me," Jack warned, pulling the harness off Monica, then dropping it carefully into his opened toolbox. "Bet you she's just like you, baby, and I don't leave things like that alone if I get a chance."
I'll kill you if you touch her, Monica vowed to herself as she watched his fat, limp prick disappear under Jack's upsliding Levi's.
CHAPTER SIX
Three days had passed since Monica's ordeal in the cellar. Arlette hadn't returned from the outdoors until later that afternoon, more than enough time for Monica to wash and try to compose herself. As she sat there in the livingroom, her back stiff, fingers clutching at the wide armrest, the woman tried to think why on earth she was turning into a… a perverted slut! That was the only word for her behavior! Occasionally sleeping around, even promiscuity could be explained, was even partially acceptable in her mind. But this? No, nothing in her upbringing could explain why she enjoyed this kind of humiliation and degradation. Her life was turning upside down, and Monica had no explanation for it. All she knew was that Arlette had to be kept free from it! She wouldn't allow her daughter to be dragged down into the sane sewer in which she wallowed with Jack. And he had said something about Arlette, had told Monica he was interested in her daughter!
Monica groaned, placing one hand over her stomach as she gazed into the big fireplace across the way. It had been so difficult raising Arlette after her husband had run away. Thank God for the stocks and property her mother had left her, giving Monica the freedom to raise her daughter without drudging out a nine-to-five living. And now it would all go to waste, all become ruined if Jack were to put his filthy hands on her daughter. Just the thought of it, the idea of Arlette suffering one tenth of what she had had to endure made Monica tremble with rage and terror.
All these fears, however, remained unspoken when Arlette came in the door, smiling rather wanly at her mother. She looked so innocent, so fresh standing there in the foyer, her blonde hair fanned back over her narrow shoulders. The attractive appearance of her daughter nearly took Monica's breath away as she stood there admiring the girl. Yes, Arlette was a young, beautiful girl, hovering on the edge of womanhod, but still retaining that delightful aura of innocence. Why did she have to grow up, to face the same problems Monica felt herself facing? How she wanted to enfold her daughter in her arms and tell her everything, begging her forgiveness. Instead, she spoke stiffly about menial things, her heart breaking as she watched Arlette climb the stairs to her private room.
Three long days passed. On the fourth, Monica was in the livingroom, her mind focused on one thing only. Cock! How awful that she, a college-educated young woman, could now only think of prickmeat, of that long, thick cock that hung from Jack's crotch. He hadn't been around for the past few days, and that absence was making Monica very, very nervous. She was a mature woman, wasn't she? She could control her emotions. But more and more, Monica found herself fixing drinks, swallowing the burning liquor to quiet the rioting emotions in her body. Now, standing there alone in the livingroom with the darkening shadows of evening drawing across her legs, Monica thought of Jack and trembled, the ice cubes rattling merrily against the glass. It was awful, terrible. The feeling of her cuntlips swelling over the swollen nub of her clit took her breath away. She shivered, closing her eyes, trying to push that feeling away. But it just wouldn't disappear. Even just standing there, Monica felt shamefully close to a climax.